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Tuesday, July 8, 2008
My worst painting mistake ever…
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Maybe it’s because I had lived in thrilling New York for four years, but when I moved to Baltimore, Md. post-college, I was bored. I knew no one, I didn’t really care for the city, and my job was less than exciting. As a result (and because I’m a homebody), I dove into decorating my apartment like a soccer mom in a whites sale.
I needed to get my wild colors phase out of my system, so this apartment became my romper room. Cherry red was slapped on the living room walls, a mauvey, moody brown in the bedroom, and a happy yellow was applied in the guest bedroom.
Except it wasn’t so happy. In fact, it was downright shell-shocking, scary and garish. All I needed were some purple velvet drapes and Elvis memorabilia and it would scream: Viva Las Vegas!
(It looked not unlike this photo I found on some poor soul’s flickr account.
Perhaps all colors can be beautiful, but it’s about location, location, location. What was your worst paint mistake? Did you stick with it or fix the fiasco?
(For the record, my new home is painted in simple white tones: a creamy Benjamin Moore “Navajo White” and BM’s slightly silver “Wind’s Breath.”
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